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I only want to say
That if there is a way I want my baby back with me 'cause he's my true love my only one don't you see? And on that fateful day Perhaps in the new sun of May My baby walks back into my arms I'll keep him beside me forever from harm You see I was afraid to let my baby stray I kept him too tightly by my side and then one sad day he went away and he died Blue Moon, you saw me standing alone without a dream in my heart without a love of my own Blue Moon, you knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for someone I really could care for I only want to say That if there is a way I want my baby back with me 'cause he's my true love my only one don't you see? |
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Atlanta's a distant memory
Montgomery a recent birth and Tulsa burns on the desert floor like a signal fire I got Willie on the radio a dozen things on my mind and number one is fleshing out these dreams of mine I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line before I sleep But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms to fall into tonight In Nashville there is a lighter in a case for all to see it speaks of dreams and heartaches left unsung And in the corner stands a guitar and lonesome words scrawled in a drunken hand I don't travel past, travel hard before and I'm beginning to understand That I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line before I sleep But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms to fall into tonight They say that I am crazy my life wasting on this road that time will find my dreams scared or dead and cold But I heard there is a light drawing me to reach an end and when I reach there, I'll turn back and you and I can begin again I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line before I sleep But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms to fall into tonight I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line before I sleep But I wouldn't trade all your golden tomorrows for one hour of this night Atlanta's a distant memory Montgomery a recent birth and Tulsa burns on the desert floor like a signal fire |
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(Michael Timmins)
If you were the woman and I was the man would I send you yellow roses would I dare to kiss your hand? In the morning would I caress you as the wind caresses the sand, if you were the woman and I was the man? If I was the heart and you were the head would you think me very foolish if one day I decided to shed these walls that surround me just to see where these feelings led, if I was the heart and you were the head? If I was the woman and you were the man would I laugh if you came to me with your heart in your hand and said, 'I offer you this freely and will give you all that I can because you are the woman and I am the man?' |
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Early this morning, he knocked on my door
Early this morning he knocked on my door I said "Hello, Satan, I believe it's time to go" Me and The Devil are walkin' side by side Me and The Devil are walkin' side by side Well, I'm goin' to beat my man until I get satisfied He says I don't do him right That I dog him around Well, babe, you know you ain't treating me right He says I don't do him right that I dog him around Well, it must be this old evil spirit So deep down within the ground You may bury my body down by the highway side ...oh, babe I don't care what you do with my body You may bury my body down by the highway side So my old evil spirit can catch a Greyhound bus and ride Early this morning, he knocked on my door Now me and The Devil are walking side by side Side by side |
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Fifty miles from Dakota territory
Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt Found him alone washing in the Bighorn a steady aim and he bagged his game Pale sun falls without contest Here is obedient darkness He will not return White Cadillac, white man at the wheel, white faces on the mountain, wounds that will never heal Black clouds overhead, old man says looks like rain Thieves' Road winds to the Black Hills sign says South Dakota, U.S.A. Grass plains stretch to the horizon, not a soul can be found on them They will not return Old rusted pickup and a mad dog in the yard, purple paint peels but fails to reveal the bitterness that grows inside Cloud of dust in the distance, strange knock beneath my hood Is it better to have words left unsaid than to have words misunderstood? Pale sun falls without contest Here is obedient darkness It will return I know it will return It will return |
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New Jersey Turnpike
Riding on a wet night 'Neath the refinery's glow Down where the great black river flow Licence, registration I ain't got none But I got a clear conscience 'Bout the things that I done Mister State Trooper Please don't stop me Please don't stop me Please don't stop me Maybe you got a kid Maybe you got a pretty wife The only thing that I got's Been bugging me my whole life Mister State Trooper Please don't stop me Please don't stop me Please don't ya stop me Well, in the wee wee hours Your mind gets hazy Radio relay towers Gonna lead me to my baby Radio's jammed up with talk show stations It's just talk, talk, talk, talk 'Til you lose your patience Mister State Trooper Please don't stop me Please don't stop me Please don't ya stop me Hey, somebody out there Listen to my last prayer, Heigh-ho, Silver, oh Deliver me from nowhere |
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Emma's in a part of town
where she doesn't recognize the streets named for famous native sons and out of every crevice comes creeping a threat in her direction Lucy's outside her home heading towards her corner store she stays on well-travelled paths and is always making sure that she doesn't develop patterns There are trap lines running up and down Main Street wire snares thirsting for your neck and feet Susan doesn't like the way her curtains are blowing in the wind She swears she locked that window before she went out dancing she stands frozen in her doorway Judy hears a sound coming from the other room she knows she should be alone 'cause the kids left at noon to go visit their father Quick to your phone dial 911 invite a strange man into your home who'll be carrying a gun Leslie's working late she's got a deadline to meet In walks her boss, upon her desk he puts his feet and says alone at last Reanne's got a new boyfriend and they're getting along until he locks the door and says don't struggle, I'm stronger than you are. Just one question I'm dying to ask, you said, do you know what it's like to be hunted? |
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Sun comes up, it's tuesday morning
Hits me straight in the eye Guess you forgot to close the blind last night Oh, that's right, I forgot, it was me I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning, The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom, The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping, But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it 'cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again Maybe I'll add a little t.v. too No milk! god, how I hate that Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from jenny She's got a black eye this morning, 'jen how'd ya get it? ' She says, 'last night, bobby got a little bit out of hand' Lunchtime. I start to dial your number Then I remember so I reach for something to smoke And anyways I'd rather listen to coltrane Than go through all that shit again There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothing Just listening to records and watching the sun falling Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something And this spell won't be broken By the sound of keys scraping in the lock Maybe tonight it's a movie With plenty of room for elbows and knees A bag of popcorn all to myself, Black and white with a strong female lead And if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten How strange these streets feel When you're alone on them Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion So I lower my head, make a beeline for home Seething inside Funny, I'd never noticed The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you Especially like now when I need someone to hold me But there are some things that can never be forgiven And I just gotta tell you That I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed |
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Just came up on the midnight special
Hey, how 'bout that My car broke down in Texas she stopped dead in her tracks Just called to tell you that I need you Just called to tell you how I feel I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel They took my money on the night train north What a terrible thing I gave my promise that I will be there with you by Saturday night I want to tell you that I need you I need to tell you how I feel I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel You can't say much in a phone call, babe You know how it is I have to tell you one sure thing Oh, won't you listen to this I want to tell you that I love you, babe I want to tell you just how I feel I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel Some old engine that's lost my driving wheel I feel like some old engine that's lost my driving wheel |
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(Michael Timmins)
The hoods are up on Pine Street, rear ends lifted too The great-grandsons of General Robert E. Lee are making love with a little help from STP Their women on the porches comparing alibis Greasy eggs and bacon, bumper stickers aimed to start a fight, full gun racks, Confederate caps, if you want some 'shine well, you can always find some more, but what I remember most is the colour of Suzy's door And Suzy says she's up there cutting carrots still And Suzy says she's missing me so I'm missing Oregon Hill A river to the south to wash away all sins A college to the east of us to learn where sin begins A graveyard to the west of it all which I may soon be lying in 'Cause to the north there is a prison which I've come to call my home, but some Monday morning no country song will sing me home again And Suzy says she's up there cutting carrots still And Suzy says she's missing me so I'm missing Oregon Hill Sunday morning, eight A.M., sirens fill the air Sounds like someone made the river Sounds like someone being born again Me, I'm just lying here in Suzy's bed Baptists celebrating with praises to the Lord, rednecks doing it with gin Me and Suzy, we're celebrating the joy of sleeping in because tomorrow I'll be home again But Suzy says she'll wait there cutting carrots by the window sill And Suzy says, 'Always think of me when you think of Oregon Hill' |
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They tell me God forgives you for almost anything you do
They tell me God forgives you for almost anything you do Well, if that's the case, that's the case I think I'm going to kill that man Then drop down on my knees Well, this morning, God knows, that man he comes a-waltzing in Just waltzing in Well, I got my shotgun, I broke down I started to mow that man down Yeah, they tell me God forgives you If that's the case now, people I'm gonna mow my baby down You don't put yourself out, you don't put yourself out You don't treat Margo right, you don't treat Margo right Now darling, there come a time You're gonna need my love again They tell me God forgives me for almost anything you do You don't seem to understand I've got your life right in my hands Yeah, they tell me God forgives you for almost anything you do Anything you do Well, if that's the case, that's the case I think I'm going to kill that man Then drop down on my knees This morning, God knows, that man he comes waltzing in Just waltzing in Well, I grabbed my shotgun, I broke down I started to mow that man down Yeah, they tell me God forgives you for almost anything you do If that's the case now, people I'm gonna mow my baby down I'm gonna mow my baby down I'm gonna shoot that man You don't put yourself out, you don't put yourself out You don't treat Margo right, you don't treat your baby right Now darling, there come a time You're gonna need my love again Yeah, they tell me God forgives you for almost anything Anything you do |
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There's a young man in the corner playing Crazy all night long
Quarters piled high upon the table He orders Wild Turkey and with a quick wit and a smile He says, my darlin' you're the one I'll drape in sable But his baseball cap and his barroom rap tell me a different story That this is not my prince to grant all my wishes Just another lonely country boy grown weary of the night Just another boy with a sinkful of dirty dishes And where are you tonight When I left you in my dreams last night You promised me that we would be breaking free Where are you tonight He tells me of the back roads and how we'll ride them all night long How the days will fade and the moon will hang forever And the cloud of dust we'll kick off will linger like a soul And the myth will grow that the two will refuse to surrender But as I catch us in the barroom mirror with his arm around my shoulder This girl I see has grown so unfamiliar And as she stands to leave with the stranger by her side She can't help but laugh at a life grown so peculiar And where are you tonight I don't think I can face tomorrow's light Not knowing if you'll be there to guide me Where are you tonight And where are you tonight I think I can make it through all right But I'd love to have you just one more time beside me |
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I said "Mama, he's crazy and he scares me
But I want him by my side though he's wild and he's bad and sometimes just plain mad I need him to keep me satisfied" I said "Papa, don't cry cause it's alright And I see you in some of his ways Though he might not give me the life that you wanted I'll love him the rest of my days" Misguided angel hangin' over me Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory Soul like a Lucifer, black and cold like a piece of lead Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead I said "Brother, you speak to me of passion You said never to settle for nothing less Well, it's in the way he walks, it's in the way he talks His smile, his anger and his kisses" I said "Sister, don't you understand? He's all I ever wanted in a man I'm tired of sittin' around the T.V. every night Hoping I'm finding a Mr. Right" Misguided angel hangin' over me Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory Soul like a Lucifer Black and cold like a piece of lead Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead He says "Baby, don't listen to what they say There comes a time when you have to break away" He says "Baby there are things we all cling to all our life It's time to let them go and become my wife" Misguided angel hangin' over me Heart like a Gabriel, pure and white as ivory Soul like a Lucifer Black and cold like a piece of lead Misguided angel, love you 'til I'm dead |
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Hear the lonesome whippoorwill
His song's too blue to fly The midnight train is a-winding low I'm so lonesome I could cry I've never seen a night so long When time keeps crawling by The moon is gone behind the clouds To hide his face and cry Have you ever seen a robin weep When leaves have turned to brown? Like me he's lost his will to live I'm so lonesome I could cry The silence of a falling star Lights up a purple haze and as I wonder where you are I'm so lonesome I could cry |
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It's the kind of night that's so cold, when you spit
It freezes before it hits the ground And when a bum asks you for a quarter, you give a dollar If he's out tonight he must be truly down And I'm searching all the windows for a last minute present To prove to you that what I said was real, For something small and frail and plastic, baby, 'cause cheap is how I feel Half moon in the sky tonight, bright enough To come up with an answer To the question why is it that every time I see you My love grows a little stronger But your memory leaves my stomach churning, Feeling like a lie about to be revealed, But I'll horde all this to myself 'cause cheap is how I feel It's not the smell in here that gets to me it's the lights I hate the shadows that they cast, And the sound of clinking bottles is the one sure thing I'll always drag with me from my past I think I'll find a pair of eyes tonight, to fall into And maybe strike a deal Your body for my soul, fair swap 'cause cheap is how I feel |
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I was walking after midnight
Yeah, out in the moonlight The way we used to do I'm always walking after midnight Searching for you I'm always walking after midnight Searching for you I stop to see a weeping willow Crying on his pillow Maybe he's a-crying for me and as the skys turn gloomy The night winds whisper to me I'm lonesome as I can be I'm always walking after midnight Searching for you I walk for miles along the highway Well that's just my way of saying "I love you" I'm always walking after midnight Searching for you I walk for miles along the highway Searching for you I'm always walking after midnight Yeah, out in the moonlight Hoping you may be Somewhere a-walking after midnight Searching for me I'm always walking after midnight Searching for you |
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Look under his floorboards, Mama,
I don't trust his silly grin He's got a beat-up Rambler, Nebraska plates, and I ain't getting in I don't like the way his pinky ring picks up the dashboard light or his short little piggy fingers or the way his belt is cinched too tight Check under his floorboards, Mama, I don't like his suggestive tone The way his words drip from his mouth as he asks can I take you home? I don't care how many miles I got, I think I'd rather walk them alone than to sit in the back seat as his eyes in the mirror reduce me to flesh and bone Check under his floorboards, Mama, 'cause that razor's not just a threat to me He'll be slicing tiny crescents from your heart, without laying a sweaty palm to your cheek Don't accuse me of running scared, listen to what I'm saying It's a fucked up ol' world, but this ol' girl Well, she ain't giving in |
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(larry williams)
A bad little boy moved into the neighborhood He won't do nothin' right just a-sittin' got to look so good He don't wanna go to school and learn to read and write Just sits around the house and plays that rock n' roll music all night Well, he put thumbtacks on teacher's chair Put chewing gum in li'l girl's hair Now junior, behave yourself! Buys every rock n' roll book on the magazine stand Every dime that he gets, oh is off to the juke box man Well, he worries his teacher till she's a-ready to poop From rockin' and a rollin' spinnin' in a hula-hoop Well, his rock n' roll has gotta stop Junior's head is hard as rock Now junior, behave yourself! Gonna tell your mama you'd better do what she said Get to the barber shop and get that hair cut off your head You shoot the canary and you fed it to the neighboor's cat You gave the cocker spaniel a bath in mother's laundromat Well, your mama said it's gotta stop Junior's head is hard as rock Now junior, behave yourself! |
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Murder tonight in the trailer park
Mrs. annabelle evans found With her throat cut after dark Her pockets turned inside out Her dresser drawers turned upside down Anna's neighbour, peg, identifies the body Lets out a hollow kind of sound Homicide is tying yellow ribbons Around her silver airstream Red cherries slashing up the night Cutting through that cordoned crime scene There's been a murder In the trailer park tonight Murder tonight in the trailer park Pack your things ann marie, We're heading west We're going to make a fresh start I've been saving pennies, Been looking forward to this day No time for questions are you coming Or are you going to stay? Crosstown at the waterton George evans is sitting tall and tight, Buying drinks for all the regulars Bragging about how them bones Danced for him tonight There's been a murder In the trailer park tonight Murder tonight in the trailer park Faceless man counting crumpled bills, Hotel neon fights the dark Tv set in the corner, they're talking murder On the late-night news He turns down the sound, Waits for the sports, He only wants to know, 'did I win or did I lose' There's been a murder In the trailer park tonight Murder tonight in the trailer park |
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Anyone who's ever had a heart
Wouldn't turn around and break it And anyone who's ever played a part Wouldn't turn around and hate it Sweet Jane, sweet Jane Sweet, sweet Jane You're waiting For Jimmy down in the alley Waiting there For him to come back home Waiting down on the corner And thinking of ways To get back home Sweet Jane, sweet Jane Sweet, sweet Jane Anyone who's ever had a dream Anyone who's ever played a part Anyone who's ever been lonely And anyone who's ever split apart Sweet Jane, sweet Jane Sweet, sweet Jane Heavenly widened roses Seem to whisper to me When you smile Heavenly widened roses Seem to whisper to me When you smile La la la la, la la la, Sweet Jane Sweet, sweet Jane |
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